Chapter Ten: Stubborn

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Regular P.O.V.

"Oh really?" he chuckled. "Maybe an imagination is better than having too much of reality don't you think Isabella?" She let out a deep sigh again and face palmed. "Pete...all I want right now is alcohol and-" "You are not getting any okay." he cut her off and took a sip of his coffee. "You are not getting any while I am around." "Why are you such a stubborn ass?" she leaned against the counter looking at him. "I just am it's my nature." he luaghed a bit. "Is it bothering you?" "It bothers me alot because I realize that Kellin was right about you." she said. "There is no way of me getting away with anything with you around." He smirked and gave her a questionable look. "So you are believing the man who has worked at a bar for almost all his life?" he shook his head amused by her words. "And what are you believing Peter?" she asked. "That I cannot believe a man who works in a bar?" "You don't get my point here." he stated. "I am just saying that Kellin never actually tried to comfort you in situations like for example your breakdowns." She looked away from him, "He just has his own way of comforting me." she crossed her arms and glanced back at him. "You don't want to believe that I have another person who can understand me do you?" "You are just trying to prove me wrong right now right?" he sighed. "You know we are both stubborn fucking bitches Isabella..that's the reason I really liked being your friend when little." Her gaze softened as he mentioned it. "You liked being friends with me?" she murmured. "What do you think we had so much fun together." his smile slowly faded."Until you forgot the whole meaning of fun." "We grow out of it Pete." she shrugged. "Fun is temporary it doesn't stay for long." "Not unless you try to make it last." He said. "We are all still children at heart aren't we Isabella." She gave him a small smile before looking away at the floor again. "Just shut up." she said. "I don't want to hear anything about the past." He leaned closer to her. "Then why do you keep remembering it?"

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